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			<title>So That's How It's Gonna Be</title>
			<description>Go to the supermarket, get Mama&amp;rsquo;s medicine and buy some choc-chip cookies (yum!), then go home and consume said choc-chip cookies.Easy right?Wrong. Why was it that bad things always have to happen to me? Have I not been good? Does the Almighty Ones hate me, is that it? Well, whatever it is..</description>
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			<title>SLAVE</title>
			<description>The world is a drak and cruel place, has been for thousands of years. And humanity still turns a blind eye to all the misery and pain in the world.
A lonely girl comes across this hidden world of darkness, where crime and hate are rife. Kidnapped and bou</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>1945 A.D. Berlin, Germany&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The blade pierced the tender skin of her neck, the runes glowing dimly in the dark light. Sharp teeth glinted in the darkness as the rosy lips twisted into a grim smile. Tendrils of dark red liquid creeped across the dusty floor, soaking the rot..</description>
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			<title>The Eve Anthology</title>
			<description>The Apocalypse. Armageddon. Ragnarok. Judgment Day. Many names, same story: The end of the world. And the humans don&amp;#2013266066;t stand a chance. Not when demons, faeries, and angels exist, lying in wait for the final days.
The only chance for the human race is the</description>
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